⤷ @2ruin, jyn : do you even feel guilty ?
at times (most), han relied on blind faith and an overblown concept of self-confidence — an unparalleled trust in the universe that, somehow, kept him alive all this time. if it's not broken, han finds it futile, a near waste of time, to disrupt such a bespoke system. collateral damage was merely a byproduct of such, mostly in the form of blown ship and structure shrapnel whizzing past them through the air, at times, more graceful than others. right now, he was glad both of them were quick enough to dodge the shot-down x-wing, ducking behind some trees as its collision boomed through the forest. the pilot rarely had time to steady his own breathing prior to a knife-like gaze sawing into his own.
" huh, let me think about it, " he quipped back, making a show of furrowed brows and lips pursed to the right, a subsequent hum that spilled through to be indicative of perceived deep thought. part of him allowed the inquiry to hang between them only out of spite, while the other, one he'd be damned to admit, merely served the purpose of finally, fully, catching his breath. an eventual diminution, head shaking back-and-forth, almost as a child would. " nope, " with a pointed emphasis on the way 'p' popped through his lips, easily replaced by a shit-eating grin. " should i ? "